Black ice

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Betrayal is an accessibility door

To the core of my vulnerability

The headquarters of all that I am

Where I deduce my truest realities

Where I’m secure in a certainness

My secrets, my fears, my weakness

My trust is nurtured and matured  

A conscious place I may retreat to

From the world at large or at times

When my realm has become ugly

Or that ugliness is now my chaos  

When trust is unexpectedly broken

When my love for another is marred

By a friend proven to be …a stranger


Poet of the Light © 2022


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